Want to know the secret for getting that vintage look in-camera without Photoshop? Switch lenses often and let your mirror get drrrty.
The chiseled features of upstate New York with the muddy brown of the mountain top lake.
This has been a great year in my career. I’ve been able to survive in New York solely on photography and have collaborated with a lot of people to give life to a vision. I’m totally grateful for all of this but have found myself lacking inspiration these last few weeks.
Yesterday, I went to Brotherhood Winery in Washingtonville, New York and brought my camera along for the ride. I hadn’t used my Lensbaby Composer Pro kit in a long time so I figured that I’d bring it and allow fun to seep into photography again (it’s easy to get burned out after a while). I purchased a tour at the winery. We went down into the cellars and the inspiration came at me with the damp, dank smell of this underground chamber. I reached into my camera bag, allowed certain feelings to come through and went nuts. I feel that this experience was all I needed to jumpstart inspiration so here I am, feeling as if I’ve returned from a long sleep.
July 21, 2013
I’ve written a few times before my love of haunted places. Although I rarely have an experience, there’s usually a different feeling about a place once inside. I’ve stayed at the notoriously and supposedly haunted Myrtles a couple of times. The first time I had a minor experience — one hardly worth mentioning. The second time was even less mentionable, however the difference in the feeling of the rooms of where I was staying and the ones from another side of the house were noticeable and defined by a heavy feeling in the air. The next morning, after speaking with the people who had stayed in that part of the house, we learned that they didn’t experience anything unusual. My friends and I slept like babies. Either way, it was a fun trip marked by late night drinking, louder than loud bullfrogs and cicada and a foot dip in the fountain.
St. Francisville, LA
June 26, 2013